Month: July 2018

I had broken the cardinal rule of tech savviness with more than a dozen tabs open in Google Chrome, frantically working towards a deadline when the inevitable happened.

I no longer had a choice to make.

The screen went dark. A white apple appeared.

Forced update.

I stared back at the screen, the small white progress bar inching slowly to the right, my writing progress halted by the same technology that allowed it to exist.

I got up and walked a lap around my downstairs, then sat back down again.

Updating.

I refilled my coffee, knowing it would grow cold before I could finish even half of it.

Updating.

I went upstairs, put in my contacts, twisted my hair up and stared at my reflection in the mirror.

Work in progress.

I saw a few new freckles across the bridge of my nose as I peered closer in the mirror, then smiled as I remembered my childhood dream of having my freckles join together so I could finally be as tan as my friends.

Forty-five years worth of freckles. Still waiting on the tan.

I returned back to my writing desk to a screen that was nearly unchanged. Delayed updates equate to more time needed.

Time.

Summer time.

Family time.

My time.

Work.

This summer, my time is all mixed in a muddle. Nearly every second of every day is accounted for interspersed with planned activities to provide a sense of balance and reduction of guilt. I’m writing, which brings me immense joy, but working through tough topics that make my heart bleed on the page.

I am discovering I’m not as invincible as I thought.

As I look around my home, I see all the things that need my attention: the carpet needs to be vacuumed, the dishes washed, the laundry sorted, the toys picked up and put away. Then I look back at the dark screen on my laptop and ask myself aloud: “Is all this even worth it?”

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

It is worth it.

It is worth the time to tell this story. It is worth the heartache to share vulnerability. It is worth the schedule overhaul, the shift in responsibilities, the lack of sleep, lack of strength, lack of confidence to get these words to the world.

It. Is. Worth. It.

My writing journey is unlike anyone else’s and paradoxically just the same. I’m a small town girl with big city dreams and fears that rise higher than skyscrapers.

I am swimming in an ocean of change with no lifeguard on the shore. The ebb and flow of tidal waves that crush my soul and pull me under are the same waves that bring me back to the surface to catch my breath. I have to remind myself to swim with the current, not against it. I have to remember to breathe when I have the chance.

The light of my laptop is bright again, the cursor blinking for me to log in.

Update done.

Restart completed.

Back to writing again.

There are times in our lives when we need a forced update to renew and refresh. Today I chose to embrace that which I couldn’t control and find joy in the why.

I even took time to write a story about it, too.

Writing is joy.

Sharing is joy.

Today I am thankful for those moments in our lives that force us to pause and reflect.

Today I am thankful for you, taking time out of your life to read the thoughts in mine.

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